Drowning in the lake is like following one's fate. Asking for help from the gods will not let you go in the end.
The moment he fell to the bottom of the lake, he was instantly enveloped by a cold, suffocating feeling. He heard the sound of gunfire, and the people on the shore were still shooting, while he sank like a heavy stone in a daze.
The lake surface was a deep blue, like a reflection of the sky. He was still holding the documents he was going to process tomorrow, but they had lost their value in that instant.
Even everything he had thought about throughout his life, all his struggles...had lost their value.
He is just an ordinary person, a 19-year-old high school student.
Miracles will not favor him.
Those unrealized plans, those strategies written all night, those allies planned to meet... all lost their meaning. At this moment, intense pain enveloped him - who would want to die in silence so much?
No matter what, only by surviving... can he know whether he is qualified to be a savior, and whether his world can be preserved.
At least, live until the moment when you completely lose your value...
He was losing more and more blood. In the stinging cold, his throat felt like it was suffocating. The dozen or so bullet holes in his body felt like they were being pierced through. The shadow of death was cast on him.
...What if the savior didn't do it?
...Then his world, eight billion lives...
Until he finally opened his lips in the darkness and coldness that was enough to crush everything, letting the first wisp of cold lake water enter his mouth, he threw away his dignity and prayed like this -
God, save me.
God, save me.
…It seems like this is the only thing we can do.
…It seems that there are only gods left.
When humans are in desperate situations, they often pray to illusory gods, but they themselves know that this kind of prayer before death is psychological comfort and it often goes unanswered.
The blue moonlight reflected on the lake, and countless points of light were scattered on the colorful water, as if performing a cosmic feast. He closed his eyes and sank among these bright blue stars. The moonlight penetrated the water, and strands of blood floated upwards, and his body temperature was getting lower and lower.
——Until a glowing hand reached out to him.
At that moment, all the coldness and pain disappeared.
The white god held his shoulders, his snow-white hair fluttered in the water, and his eyes were like a beacon shining in the darkness, surrounding him with warmth.
He leaned down, blocking the escaping coldness, and whispered these words softly in his ear:
Of course you should live.
I give you everything, I give you power, I give you knowledge, I give you... everything you want.
Su Wensheng, I value you because you are the one most like him.
I promise to protect the world line you are in, I promise to save you - as long as you keep my [secret] and [never betray] me.
Su Wensheng didn't know what emotion he should feel.
Everything he did was to stop the gods from destroying the world. However, when he was killed by his human companions and fell into the abyss of despair...only the gods saved him.
Just like the god who came down to save people in mythology, the god said that he valued him, as long as he nodded and promised.
"Never... betray?" Blood foam flowed from the corners of Su Wensheng's mouth.
"Never betray." The spirit whispered: "...I just want a promise from you."
It was just a promise, it was not binding. The spirit just wanted to hear him in person.
...This made Su Wensheng suddenly realize that this nearly omniscient god seemed to be lonely. The way He looked at him reminded him of a lighthouse watching over the sea in the dark night. Although this image was too high for Him, and he knew He was not a good person, but...
"I...will not...betray."
At the bottom of the silent lake, the moonlight is like fleeting stars.
The blue moonlight shuttled through the water like strands of silk, and the god's brows were curved, but this inorganic expression made people feel a little lonely.
...Gods will be lonely?
This made Su Wensheng feel ridiculous. He should have known that the spirit only thought he was useful, so he saved him. What he said was just hypocritical words to comfort him. He was never the protagonist favored by miracles, but...
"You are the most like him." He said gently.
...the most similar.
This made him feel desperate and hopeful.
So this is his entire value, and the source of his tragedy and pain. But it is precisely this "most similar" that gives him the opportunity to save the world.
so,
so……
…Admit it.
Acknowledge your similarities, acknowledge your "mission", acknowledge your value, and acknowledge that you have been a pawn from the beginning to the end.
Admit that his struggle had at least a little meaning, at least... he pulled the tram pole and saved the rails of his own world.
In this way...
The halos intertwined, and he saw his black hair floating on his head, which seemed to be stained with a layer of hazy blue water. It intertwined with the god's white hair, as if they were kissing each other, or like a cold awarding of honor, the god dropped flowers and swords on his shoulders. His pupils were unconsciously open, and tears fell from his eyes without a trace, and soon dissolved in the water and disappeared.
"Ha... I saved her... I saved her..."
He suddenly laughed, and lake water slipped out of his mouth. He coughed with laughter, and more tears fell from his cheeks without a trace. No one saw the crying happening at the bottom of the lake.
——He finally rescued the [orange cat].
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